Shattered Dream

"Congratulations, Mrs. Ardekei. You are pregnant."

Clarissa's eyes shone brightly. She bent down and touched her flat stomach. Can't describe how happy she is now.

Her happiness and dreams about to complete. After almost half of her life, having to live in humiliation and suffering, she began to see the sun showering with warmth.

Nolan married her and now, she's about to have a baby. Her own baby and Nolan's.

All past bitterness seemed to vanish right away. In an instant. Only an infinite sense of happiness remained. Tears rolled down her cheek, uncontrolledly.

She took the senior doctor's hand and repeatedly thanked him.

"Thank you. Thank you very much, Doctor. Thank you…."

Clarissa was no longer disappointed that Nolan was too busy with the company and only had a little time for her.

Well, since her marriage to Nolan, all the assets and company, she passed it to Nolan to manage. He works for her and her future babies. She can not complain about it, right?

From the beginning, all she wanted was to be a housewife, as her late mother used to. Serve her husband and take care of her children. Seems too simple in this modern era. But, that was all her dream. And that dream will finally come true, soon.

"Madam."

Clarissa snapped out of her daydream. She looked at the driver and smiled.

"Manthis, please take me home," Clarissa asked kindly to her driver, whom she always considered family.

"My pleasure, Madam."

Clarissa got into the car. Her hand held a piece of ultrasound paper and she sat sweetly with an unfading smile. She planned to give Nolan a surprise and imagine how happy Nolan would be.

"You seem very happy, Madam."

Clarissa looked at the driver and giggled. "Hehehe… is it too obvious?" Said Clarissa innocently, while patting her face.

The driver nodded. In the rearview mirror of the car, he saw Clarissa with an unreadable expression.

Thirty minutes later, that Mercedes Benz sedan, slid into a high fence guarded by security guards.

As usual, Clarissa rolled down the car window and greeted them with her sweet smile.

The car stopped in front of the main door of the Herrington family mansion, where she and Nolan lived after she had officially married him.

As written in the will, that she can occupy the mansion and get all the inheritance rights, only after she gets married.

"Thank you, Manthis," Clarissa said. He gave the man a smile, then got out of the car.

Clarissa walked in and looked at the whole house with a smile all over her small face. Created in front of her was a shadow of children running and surrounding her and Nolan. Laugh and joke. Jumping and teasing with a happy face.

"M-madam? Y-you're back?"

The shadow was instantly cut off. Clarissa looked to her side. Her housekeeper looked nervously as she greeted her, but there were no thoughts in her mind because of that strange behavior, for Dorris always had that strange expression every time she spoke to her.

Clarissa smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm no longer have a mind going for a walk. So, what is it, Dorris? You did something, hm?" Clarissa bend her body and looked at Dorris eyes to tease her.

"Ah? Oh, No-no. Nothing. Erm ... d-do you want to go straight up to your room, Madam?"

The unusual question that Dorris asked, made Clarissa furrow between her brows. But, she eventually nodded.

"Yes. I am very tired. I want to take a rest. What's the matter, Dorris? Are you hiding somethin'? Hm?" Clarissa slowly approached Dorris with squinting eyes.

"Uhm, that. I-i'm s-sorry. I haven't cleaned your room, Madam. P-please wait a moment, I will—"

Clarissa quickly straightened up her back and laughed at Dorris. "Hahaha ... It's okay, Dorris! I'm joking. It's doesn't matter! You can clean it later!" exclaimed Clarissa, as she saw that the middle-aged woman had rushed to walk up the stairs.

Dorris instantly stopped her step and turned around. She looked at Clarissa, who was walking past in front of her, and nodded groggily.

"I am okay, Dorris. Don't worry. You can have a rest. Thank you," Clarissa comforted her nervous maid as she stepped up the stairs.

A few steps from her room, Clarissa stopped. The door to her room was slightly ajar.

"Did I forget not close it earlier?" Clarissa muttered.

There was no bad prejudice the woman knitted in her mind. Stepping forward with certainty, she headed for the room. However, her hand that was about to push the door open, suddenly stopped.

From within, she heard the voices of a man and a woman giggling one after another.

Clarissa's heart became restless, anxious, and pounding. Those two voices, she knew them very well. Clarissa ventured in. Walking silently, she then stood behind the room divider.

There, on her bed, a man she knew was Nolan, passionately kissing and fondly the woman beneath him.

Hmm… ohh….

The woman's moans and sighs made Clarissa's chest feel like it was being thrown by a big stone. Stifling and painful. She clenched her fist in anger and disappointment.

"Nolan… uhm, yeah… over there… ahhh…."

The corners of Clarissa's eyes shed uninvited tears. She wanted to run, but her legs seemed to be stuck in place.

"Oh, you are so delicious, honey… hmm…."

Clarissa pursed her lips. She closed her eyes and covered her ears with both hands tightly. She didn't want to keep staying and listening.

She wanted to scream, cursing, and tear the face of that woman, who was none other than Paula, her own cousin. But it seemed some force was holding her back. She couldn't move or scream at all. She lost her voices. But her tears flowed down her cheeks with no sign of an end.

Her dream shattered. Her hope crumbled. Her world collapsed with no mercy. She braced herself and looked at the two adulterers who were shamelessly making love on her own bed.

"You… also said that… to her, didn't you? Hmm? Ahh...," Paula stammered and moaned.

Orgh!

Nolan growled in satisfaction. Finally, he reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Before long, the man could be seen slamming himself to the side.

Paula then turned her sweating body to face him and hugged Nolan, who was sleeping on his stomach, catching his breath.

"Baby? You haven't answered me yet," Paula whined.

Nolan turned his head around. He looked at his mistress sweating face with a smile, and hugged her.

"Every time I touch her, I have to hold back my disgust. She can't compare to you, Honey."

"But you look happy when you're with her," Paula muttered with her pursing lips.

"But in my heart, I was tormented. If it weren't for your mother forcing me to do it as an exchange to get you and all of the Herrington inheritance, I wouldn't be with that filthy woman even for a second."

"Really?"

Instead of answering, the man raised his body and kissed Paula's forehead. The woman who had just had a hot fight with him.

Clarissa couldn't hold herself back anymore. With all of her strength, she turned around and opened the door.

Bam!